Tuesday, June 14, 2011

The Class of 2011- Irises...



...these are not hybridized for appearance; Hubsy rescued them from various construction sites over the years. Frankly, anything that the Gardener didn't give me probably came from a construction site. But they Smell Like Those Old-Fashioned Irises You Vaguely Remember (when you were as tall as the iris).
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